Various x reader ||One-shots||

Unusual || Izaya Orihara

A/N: Izaya's probably OOC. This is my first time writing him, and I did it on a whim so
-shrugs-

You felt strange these days. You felt like you were doing something wrong by going against your usually serious, silent character.

You have always told yourself that being quiet is better than accidentally saying something unpleasant, which you rather detested strongly.

But in order to get along with people and avoid offending them with your stiffness, you tend to go out of your way to break your own character and feel obligated to entertain them with friendliness that felt foreign to you.

After all, being a full-fledged, working adult in society recquired so. Connections are to be valued, as it offers great benefits that can be helpful at times.

Walking home after a tiring day of socializing, you had forgotten to take a careful look around the dangerous corners of Ikebukuro on the way as you were too drained and focused on getting back alive somehow.

Home, the word randomly struck a chord of longing in your emotion-deprived self.

'That's where he is.'

With a nod, you felt your weary eyes that had been lowered to the ground all this time face forward while you struggled to keep your sloppy strides appear normal.

This lit an ember of determination that desperately flickered to survive. 'I have to go home.'  No, scratch that- you needed to go home.

Somehow, you saw yourself thirsty for comfort from the exhausting day. You found yourself strongly yearning for somewhere to lay yourself to rest, a haven of some sort.

And the only thing to pop up in your mind was the warmth of your lover that was capable of providing comfort from restless anxiety and agitation.

The only human in the world that is able to witness the hardness of your features, yet is able to smile and laugh about it in amusement.

Orihara Izaya.

"... Ah."

You hadn't realized that you've officially reached your sanctuary.

To your minimal surprise, though, the door clicked open by itself and with a creak revealed the familiar, welcoming grin that made his actually sweet auburn eyes appear evil in the eyes of others.

But you saw otherwise. You smiled.

"-(Nickname)-chaaan, do you have any idea what time it is?" He leaned on the frame of the door, his hazel eyes enlightened yet glinted with amusement mistaken for condescension.

"You've got some guts staying out late at night with nothing but the clothes on your back. As far as I know, you're just an office lady with a pair of sharp eyes capable of keeping away bad company."

"Do you think I'll always be there to save you? Be more mindful of your surroundings, (Name)~"

You felt your fingers twitch in your pocket by the way Izaya always drawled his voice out attractively, never missing a chance to reel in a reaction from your stone-like form.

Too bad your only habit of expression were hidden cozily in your pockets. ".. My bad."

Izaya scrutinized you under his gaze.

"... What, I nag at you like a doting parent, and this is the only response I get?" He put up a hand dramatically over his chest with false hurt gracing his decieving features.

"How cold, as always~" Izaya whined with a fake pout managing to change into a smart-ass grin in one second.

"Atleast I know you're not some impostor trying to mimic my (Name)-chan's cute ol' dead fish eyes, the ones that stare up at you in disdain~"